I was in bed with a high fever, and my husband was too lazy to go get the medicine. But when he started yelling at me for not cooking dinner, my patience snapped… 😢😲
I was lying in bed with a fever of nearly 102.5 degrees Fahrenheit. My whole body ached, every bone felt foreign. My head was pounding so hard it was painful to even open my eyes. There wasn’t a single medicine in the house, and I barely managed to get my husband to go to the pharmacy.
“Go yourself,” he snapped irritably. “Why are you whining? The fever won’t do anything.”
I closed my eyes and pressed a cold compress to my forehead. It hurt even to get out of bed. I endured it, hoping the fever would go down on its own.
And suddenly my husband walked into the room.
“Haven’t you cooked anything all day?” His voice was demanding and harsh.
“No, I have a fever; I can hardly even get up,” I answered quietly.
“Does it matter that I came home from work hungry? Do you want to feed me?”
“If you go to the pharmacy for some medicine, I can get up and make dinner,” I tried to explain.
“I told you I’m tired!” he raised his voice. “You’re a woman and you’re obligated to cook for me. And the house is a mess. My mother always managed to do everything, even when she was sick. And you modern women have all become so delicate…”
His words cut to the heart. On one hand, the fever, which made me want to just close my eyes and disappear, on the other, the humiliation from my own husband.
…Then my patience snapped. I couldn’t take it anymore and did something I don’t regret. 😲😲 Continued in the first comment 👇👇
I didn’t reply to him anymore. I simply picked up the phone and, my hands shaking, dialed my mother’s number. When I heard her voice, I couldn’t help but burst into tears.
“Mom, come quickly… I have a fever of 102.4 degrees Fahrenheit, I feel really bad. Please bring some fever reducers and get me out of here,” I breathed out. “And also… call our lawyer. Have him prepare the divorce papers.”
There was silence on the other end of the line, and then Mom said firmly:
“Honey, hang in there. I’m on my way. No one has the right to treat you like this.”
At that moment, my husband started grumbling again that I was “overdramatizing everything,” but his words no longer mattered. I stared at the ceiling and felt relief for the first time in a long time.
Yes, things were going to be tough: divorce, changes, a new life. But most importantly, I finally stopped enduring this humiliation.
